It could be the sailors undoing
That he is so ardently wooing.
She may miss the mark,
But a romance he’ll spark,
Unaware that hot tempers are brewing!
—Virginia Wilson, Port Orange, FL

The staff of The Saturday Evening Post is pleased to announce the winner of the Jan/Feb 2012 Limerick Laughs Contest: Rita Schilling of Fort Worth, Texas! For her poem describing the picture above, Rita wins a cash prize—and our gratitude for a job well done. If you’d like to enter the Limerick Laughs Contest for our May/Jun issue, you can submit your limerick via the entry form here. And now, without further ado, we present some of our favorite limericks:

“I’ll help you with aiming that rifle,”
Said the “tar” to the cute little eyeful.
While he savored his fate
The GIs had to wait
But their anger they just couldn’t stifle.

—Mavis Hambeck, Gregory, SD

The young lady needed a rifle lesson
The sailor obliged her with a session.
It may have been a freak,
But she hit a winning streak,
Which explains each soldier’s expression.

—Allen McCleskey, Graham, TX

The navy man planned for some fun,
Although medals and rank he has none.
But two vets right behind them
Would like to remind him
The battle has only begun.

—Chet Cutshall, Willowick, OH

You would think there’s no enemy in sight,
Since this sailor has found his delight.
But the army boys here
Aren’t allies, my dear,
They’re just itchin’ to pick a good fight!

—Gail Pritts, Duluth, GA

As the swabbie helped take careful aim,
The young miss was enthralled with the game.
Little did she know
He was putting on a show.
Sarge was waiting to put him to shame!

—Mary Helvie, Chula Vista, CA

The sailor is clearly obsessed
With the girl in the plaid, pleated dress.
While two sergeants await
To find out how they’ll rate,
The sailor just couldn’t care less.

—Geraldine Bedwell, Newark, DE

Much to the young soldiers’ chagrin,
The sailor is trying to win
A hit with his miss
That may lead to a kiss.
A romance is about to begin!

—Violet Fowler, Saratoga Springs, NY

The soldiers were waiting until
The sailor’s artillery skill
Would fail to impress
The girl in the dress
Although he had looks that could kill.

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http://www.saturdayeveningpost.com/2010/08/25/humor/limerick-laughs-3.html#commentsWed, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000http://www.saturdayeveningpost.com/?p=26461Who won the July/August 2010 Limerick Contest? You can find her in here, along with a few runners-up.

We extend our congratulations and $100 to Mary Ann Pendleton, Waxhaw, North Carolina, for the May/Jun 2010 winning entry.

One day after golf he came home,
Found his wife putting balls all alone.
With her putter lined up,
The ball rolled in the cup,
And all he could do then was groan.

Honorable mentions go to:
As Lou stood there perplexed and in awe,
His cigar fell as he dropped his jaw.
Since Mabel’s putt was on line
He moaned, “It’s better than mine,”
And he wasn’t sure he liked what he saw.
—Jan Streilein from Aiken, South Carolina
She said at home she’d be quite content,
So off to play golf with his pals he went.
When he left his spouse
To “putter around the house,”
This is not what he thought she meant!
—Jane Grau from Charlottesville, Virginia